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Software Engineer 🤡

Software Engineer 🤡
The ouroboros of tech: building AI tools to automate ourselves out of existence. Nothing says "job security" quite like enthusiastically coding your own replacement. The snake eating its tail is literally the perfect metaphor here—we're so obsessed with automation and efficiency that we've circled back to creating the very thing that'll make us obsolete. The real kicker? We're doing it with a smile, calling it "innovation" and "disruption" while polishing our resumes in incognito mode. At least when the AI overlords take over, they'll remember we were the ones who built them with love, Stack Overflow answers, and way too much coffee.

What Do I Like As A Developer

What Do I Like As A Developer
You know you've made it in this industry when you realize the real joy isn't solving problems—it's creating them. Writing code? That's just work. But shipping bugs straight to production with confidence? That's art. That's living dangerously. That's the rush of knowing your phone might ring at 2 AM because the payment system is down, and secretly loving the chaos you've unleashed upon the world. Every senior dev has been there: you stop caring about clean code and start caring about job security. Nothing says "I'm irreplaceable" quite like being the only person who understands why the system works (or doesn't). It's the ultimate power move—become the chaos, embrace the chaos, be the chaos.

Well, Apparently This Guy Is A Very Bad Programmer

Well, Apparently This Guy Is A Very Bad Programmer
The classic tale of telling someone to "learn to code" when their industry collapses, only to have it spectacularly backfire a decade later. In 2014, some smug tech bro sees a factory worker lamenting their shutdown plant and suggests coding as the magical solution to all life's problems. Fast forward to 2024, and that same person is having an absolute meltdown because AI just automated away their programming job. The irony is *chef's kiss*. The real kicker? The factory worker pivoted to welding and is now probably making bank while our former programmer is spiraling. Turns out physical trades that require hands-on skills are way harder to automate than pushing pixels around. Who would've thought that condescending career advice would age like milk in the sun?

It's Coming For My Job

It's Coming For My Job
AI just casually generating a literal physical 3D holographic masterpiece of a seeded database for testing when you asked for a simple diagram. Meanwhile, you're still trying to figure out how to export your schema to PNG without it looking like garbage. The gap between what AI can produce and what we actually need is hilariously wide, yet somehow it still makes us question our job security. Like yeah, cool futuristic cityscape inside a glass cube, but can it fix the flaky integration tests that only fail on Fridays? The real kicker? Some PM is gonna see this and ask why your actual testing environment doesn't look this impressive.

Programmers Are No Longer Needed!

Programmers Are No Longer Needed!
Every decade brings a new "revolutionary" way to make developers obsolete, yet here we are, still debugging at 3 AM. Visual Programming in the '90s promised drag-and-drop salvation, MDA in the 2000s swore models would auto-generate everything, No-Code platforms in the 2010s claimed anyone could build apps without writing a line. Now we've got "Vibe-Code" where you just describe what you want and AI does the heavy lifting. Spoiler alert: someone still needs to fix it when the AI hallucinates a database schema or generates a sorting algorithm that runs in O(n!). The pattern is clear—each generation thinks they've cracked the code to eliminate coding itself. Meanwhile, programmers keep getting paid to clean up the mess these "solutions" create. Job security through eternal optimism, baby.

This Code Is Sponsored By The Assembling Government

This Code Is Sponsored By The Assembling Government
You know what's wild? Someone out there is looking at raw assembly with add , str , imd , and register manipulation and genuinely thinking "yeah, this is totally readable." Meanwhile the rest of us are squinting at it like it's ancient hieroglyphics written by a caffeinated robot. Assembly is what you write when you want job security through obscurity. Sure, it's "perfectly readable" if you've spent the last decade living in a cave with only CPU instruction manuals for company. For everyone else, it's just a beautiful reminder that high-level languages exist for a reason—so we don't have to manually juggle registers like we're performing circus acts. The delusion is real. Every assembly programmer thinks they're writing poetry while the rest of the team needs a PhD just to understand what jmp_eq user_input_end is doing at 3 AM during an incident.

Straight To Dumbass Jail

Straight To Dumbass Jail
Oh look, another tech prophet declaring our imminent obsolescence! The suggestion that we'll blindly trust AI-generated code like Claude without review is getting the Doge Bonk™ it deserves. Twenty years in this industry and I've survived every "this will replace programmers" prediction since Visual Basic. Sure, AI will change things, but the day we stop checking AI output is the day production servers spontaneously combust worldwide. Trust but verify isn't just for nuclear disarmament—it's for that sketchy code your AI buddy wrote while hallucinating documentation that doesn't exist.

No More Software Engineers By The First Half Of 2026

No More Software Engineers By The First Half Of 2026
Ah yes, another AI researcher predicting our imminent extinction. Because that's exactly what happened when calculators replaced mathematicians and spell-check eliminated writers. The best part is the comparison to compiler output. Sure, because blindly trusting AI-generated code without review is exactly like trusting battle-tested compilers with decades of development behind them. Completely equivalent! Don't worry though - by 2026 we'll all be unemployed, but at least we'll have plenty of time to fix the bugs in the AI-generated systems that control our power grids and banking systems. Progress!

The Immortal Tech Survivors

The Immortal Tech Survivors
That one developer who somehow survived the tech apocalypse at Facebook/Amazon/Apple/Netflix/Google while everyone else got pink-slipped isn't human anymore. They've transcended mortality and become a cosmic deity through sheer corporate survivalism. Their legacy codebase is so tangled that firing them would literally break the universe. Not even ChatGPT could replace them because it would need therapy after seeing their undocumented code. Their Slack status? "Can't talk, holding entire AWS infrastructure together with duct tape and spite."

When Theory Meets Production

When Theory Meets Production
First panel: Everyone's terrified AI will steal their jobs. Second panel: Suddenly no one has actual production experience. The duality of developers in 2024: Simultaneously convinced AI will replace them while secretly using ChatGPT to figure out how to center a div. The truth hurts because we're all just stack overflow copypasta merchants with impostor syndrome and health insurance.

When You Get Paid By Lines Of Code

When You Get Paid By Lines Of Code
The most elegant solution: return user || null; The solution when your manager mentions "performance bonuses tied to code output metrics": whatever this monstrosity is. Somewhere, a junior dev is wondering why their PR keeps getting rejected while the tech debt architect who wrote this garbage is getting promoted.

Goodbye Sweetheart

Goodbye Sweetheart
That hollow feeling when you watch an AI model execute your former coding responsibilities with cold, algorithmic precision. There you sit, equal parts impressed and devastated, as your precious hand-crafted algorithms—once your pride and joy—are now just another task for the silicon overlord. The machine doesn't even have the decency to struggle with that tricky edge case that kept you up for three nights. Relationship status with your code: It's complicated.